And a poet said, Speak to us of beauty……
We have seen her leaning over the earth
From the windows of the sunset….
She shall come with the spring
Leaping upon the hills
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting
Nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart inflamed
And a soul enchanted.
It is not an image you would see
Nor the song you would hear;
But rather an image you see though
You close your eyes and a song you hear
Though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark,
Nor a wing attached to claw,
But rather a garden forever in bloom
And a flock of angels forever in flight.
Beauty is life
When life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing
at itself in a mirror,
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.